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"Worth the Risk"Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of
its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying
me to write this. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Angst, Lemon, Language, Violence Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, eventual 6x5. Summary: Wufei is instantly intrigued by the new
guy in town, but Zechs isn't making it easy on him. "Worth the Risk" Wufei stepped into the small club and made his way toward the booth his friends met at every Saturday; if work permitted. He reached the booth and crossed his arms over his chest. He nodded to his friends on the left side of the booth before staring down at his partner. A neutral face gazed up at him, but he saw amusement in the emerald eyes. “Problem, Chang?” He huffed. “You could have done your own paperwork, you know.” Trowa smirked. “Yeah, but it was more convenient for you to do it.” “Don't be mad at him,” a soft voice said from behind him. He stepped aside as Quatre sat next to Trowa and handed him one of the two drinks in his hands. “I asked him to pick up some dry cleaning for me before the cleaners closed.” Wufei took in the loosened tie and suit jacket draped over the back of the booth. They were five of the most unlikely friends on the planet as far as he was concerned. A writer, a gaming software designer, two cops, and the heir to a multi-billion dollar corporation were definitely an odd match. He and Trowa had met the other three five years earlier when a domestic dispute had disrupted a dinner party the blond had thrown. It had been something close to love at first sight for Quatre and Trowa. “Meeting run long?” He shook his head. “No, but my father stopped by afterwards.” He smiled. “He's very happy with how it's going.” Duo snorted. “I don't see how you can enjoy a job like that.” Quatre shrugged. “Not all of us can live a carefree lifestyle like you do. How's the new job research going?” He finished his beer. “Almost done. Another week and I'll have all the information I need for the new series.” Wufei waved down a server and ordered a drink. “What's this one about?” He grinned. “But if I tell you now, you'll refuse to read it once it's written.” Wufei grunted. “What makes you think I'll read it even if you don't tell me?” he asked, nodding his head in thanks to the server as his drink was set in front of him. “Come on, Fei, I've given you a copy of all my books.” “Doesn't mean I read them.” Duo raised an eyebrow. “They're on your bookshelf.” He smirked. “It impresses my dates when they find out I know you, and then I get the pleasure of disillusioning them about your person.” Duo pouted. “Now that was just mean.” He sipped his drink. “Maxwell, if I was nice to you, you'd go into an hour long spiel about pod people.” He shook his head with a grin. “Nope, only half an hour to forty-five minutes.” Heero snorted. “Wufei, promise me you'll never be nice to him.” “Hey!” Duo protested with a laugh, nudging Heero with his shoulder. “You're required to be nice to me.” “I am nice to you.” “Oh yeah? When was the last time you did something nice for me?” Heero leaned over and whispered in Duo's ear. The others watched as the braided man flushed, a slow grin rising. “Okay, never mind.” “Right,” Wufei drawled. “We don't want to know.” “I do!” Quatre called. Wufei shook his head and let his eyes roam the club as his friends talked. His eyes stopped moving as they landed on what could only be described as a Greek god. Shining blond hair fell to a trim waist and framed a face too perfect for real life. He sat alone at the end of the bar, sipping a drink. “Who is that?” His friends' conversation cut off and they followed his gaze. Duo whistled softly. “Never seen him before but he's hot.” Heero smacked him lightly on the back of his head. “Don't call another guy hot while I'm sitting right here.” Duo rolled his eyes. “Come on, Heero. You have to admit he's easy on the eyes.” “That doesn't mean you have to say it.” Duo smirked and squeezed his lover's thigh. “Don't worry, babe, he's nowhere near as gorgeous as you.” Heero snorted and Quatre laughed. “Nice save, Duo.” He looked to Wufei. “His name is Zechs Merquise. He just moved here.” His brows drew together slightly. “I didn't realize he was gay.” “Either that, or he's in the wrong place and doesn't know it,” Duo quipped. Wufei ignored the braided man's comment. “How do you know him?” “He works for my father,” Quatre answered. “I haven't spent too much time with him, but he seems nice; if not a little sad.” Wufei managed to tear his eyes from the blond haired beauty at the bar and looked to Quatre. “Sad?” He nodded. “He'll smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes.” “Maybe he's homesick,” Duo mused. Quatre shook his head.”No, I don't think that's it.” “Why don't you go introduce yourself?” Wufei looked to Duo and then back to the bar. “I think I will.” He grabbed his empty glass and went to the bar, sitting near the blond. “Hey, Mike, can I get another?” “Sure.” He looked to the blond who was staring into his drink as if searching for some answers. There was a slight crease between his brows, giving credence to Quatre's claim of the blond seeming sad. “It usually works best if you bring it to your lips.” Blue eyes shot to him. “Pardon me?” He repressed a shiver at the slightly husky English accent and put on a small smile. “You can't drink it by staring at it.” His lips curved up slightly at the corners for a brief second. “Right, well, perhaps I'm not so thirsty as I'd originally thought.” He held out his hand. “Chang Wufei.” The blond took it. “Zechs Merquise.” He nodded. “I know. I'm a friend of Quatre's.” He nodded to their table and Zechs followed his gaze. He waved to the blond and looked back to Wufei. “Did he sent you over?” He shook his head, taking a drink from his whiskey. “No, I asked if any of them knew who you were. I come here fairly often.” Pale blue eyes appraised him for a long moment. “I'm sorry, but I'm just here for a drink.” “Drinking alone isn't good for you. It's a sign of depression.” “Or a simple desire for peace.” He leaned his elbows on the bar. “Peace from what?” Zechs leaned toward him. “Not to be rude, Mr. Chang, but I don't know you.” Wufei leaned closer. “That's why we're talking. That's usually how you get to know someone. And please, call me Wufei.” He took a slow breath and sat back. “I don't see how it should matter what you'd like me to call you as I doubt we'll meet again.” Wufei propped his chin on his fist. “I don't know that I'd say that.” Zechs sighed. “Oh, I see. You're one of those arrogant types who believes he can get anyone he wants, aren't you?” He shook his head. “No, that would be my friend with the braid over there.” Pale blue eyes flicked to the table where the braided man was practically sitting on his date's lap, caught in very active tongue play. He looked back to Wufei with a raised eyebrow. “He believes he could get anyone,” he raised a shoulder, “and, to be honest, he probably could. But the fact is, he's been with Heero for eight years. He's a friendly and harmless flirt.” Zechs appraised Wufei for a long moment. “You're quite fond of your friends.” “I wouldn't be friends with them otherwise.” A faint smile graced the Englishman's lips. He lifted his glass and studied the amber liquid. “A very dear acquaintance of mine once said that a person's character was defined by the quality of their friends.” Wufei smiled. “Wise words.” Zechs tipped his head. “I always believed so.” He took another drink. “So, you have a faithful but flirtatious friend.” He nodded. “And an honest and earnest one. A stubborn yet gentle friend, and one that is soft-spoken and wise.” “And where do you fall in the bunch?” He smirked. “I think you should figure that one out on your own.” “That's assuming I care to figure it out.” Wufei shrugged. “Looks to me like you could use a few good friends.” Zechs sighed softly. “That I could.” “So come and join us.” The blond thought for a long moment before nodding. “All right.” Wufei smiled and slid from the stool. He waited for the other man to stand before making his way to the booth. “Zechs, that's Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton, and you already know Quatre.” He nodded and sat next to the other blond, across the table from Wufei. “I'm glad you joined us,” Quatre said. “Thank you.” “What is it you do at Winner Corp?” Duo asked. “Marketing. I was looking for a change of scenery and my sister told me the position was opening.” “How did she know about it?” Quatre cleared his throat, eyes cutting briefly to Heero. “His sister is Relena.” Heero's lips thinned to a fine line and Zechs frowned. “Have I missed something?” Duo valiantly fought against a grin. “She has a bit of a crush on him.” Heero snorted. “That's an understatement.” He looked to Zechs. “She's pretty much stalking me.” “Heero!” Quatre exclaimed. Zechs chuckled softly. “It's all right, Quatre. My sister has obsessive tendencies.” “You have different last names,” Heero observed. “Why?” “Our parents died when we were children. She doesn't remember them as she was very young. Our mother's sister took her in and I went to our father's parents.” Trowa leaned forward to look around Quatre. “Why were you separated?” He shrugged, though his eyes narrowed slightly. “Our aunt couldn't take us both.” He finished off his drink. “Relena didn't know about me until she was fifteen.” “That must have been rough,” Wufei said. Zechs looked back to him. “I kept tabs on her. She has a sweet heart, but was somewhat spoiled.” “'Somewhat'?” Duo chortled. He smirked. “I'm her brother, therefore I am able to overlook her overly blown flaws.” “Because you don't have to deal with them?” “But of course.” Duo laughed outright. “Not good with sisters?” “I don't understand women, to be honest.” Quatre chuckled. “They're not so difficult to understand.” Trowa shook his head. “Love, you're the only man I know that does.” “That's 'cause of the amount of sisters he's go,” Duo teased. “He was corrupted early on.” “Hey! I resent that. I'm not corrupted.” “You know far more about women than I ever hope to know,” Wufei muttered. Zechs tilted his head to the side, a lock of his hair falling fetchingly over his shoulder and making Wufei want to brush it back just to see if it was as soft as it looked. “You have a problem with women?” the man asked. He shook his head. “I don't have anything personal against them, but I don't trust anything that bleeds for a week and doesn't die.” (1) Duo choked on his beer and Heero pounded his back. “Shit, Fei...” the braided man gasped. “Why do you always have to say shit like that when I'm in the middle of drinking?” He shrugged. “It isn't my fault you have lousy timing.” Zechs quirked an eyebrow and leaned his elbows on the table, resting his chin on the back of his laced fingers. “Is that why you prefer men to women?” Wufei scoffed. “Of course not. I simply appreciate the male body more. And you?” “I appreciate beauty in whatever form it's in.” He finished his drink. “As for my personal preferences, I prefer to discuss those in private.” Wufei smirked. “I thought you weren't looking for anyone.” “I'm not. But I don't discuss private matters in public places.” He tilted his head. “You're an awfully inquisitive person.” He shrugged. “It's in my nature and more productive for my job.” “And what is that?” “I'm a detective with the Special Victims Unit. Barton's my partner.” Zechs paled and pushed to his feet. “I trust all of you will excuse me. It's been a long day.” Wufei frowned as he watched the blond all but run from the bar. He looked to Quatre. “What the hell was that?” He shook his head. “I wish I knew.” TBC... Wow, it's been a long time since I wrote a fic with usual pairings. I hope you all enjoy!! ^_^ Reviews snuggled and huggled. ^_^ 1- A gay friend of mine used to love saying this. I had to use it somewhere.
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